I know sometimes you feel
washed up on the shore of your self,
battered by the winds of fortune,
tossed about by the seas of change.
I see you.
I know you.
Your heart and mine
are one and the same.
We are stardust,
children of earth and starry heaven,
love made flesh,
goddesses and gods here
to find our way.
Messages in bottles,
each of us
thrown overboard and drifting,
unaware of being unalone
until a gentle clink of
bottle touching bottle
reminds us
we are home.